The leisurely life of rebirth

Brother Yu and the other three were so crazy that they ran up to Fang Monan with chickens, ducks and fish in their mouths, looking at Fang Monan expectantly.

"Hey! You three are so good! You can't eat raw food!" Fang Monan laughed and scolded them, really treating her as a cook. "You can't do it now, you have to wait a while."

The three little guys let go of their mouths regretfully, the chicken flapped its wings twice, and ran away.

The fish on the big leaf's claws look bigger than it. I don't know how it was transported from the reservoir.

It seems that this fish has a lot of air coming out and less air entering. It will die soon and it will not survive if it is thrown into the water. The big leaves are better. I gnawed them raw and ate them. After eating, I patted my belly with satisfaction.

A satisfied expression.[

"You guy!" Fang Monan laughed and shook his head.

Brother Yu also released the wild duck in his mouth. As soon as he escaped from the eagle's beak, the wild duck fled as fast as he could.

"Haha... this morning is really lively." Mr. Lin smiled and said, "It seems that Nan Nan's newly brought back Brother Yu is also a clever little kid."

"Good morning! Grandpa."

"Good morning! Old man." Fang Monan and He Junyao said together.

"Okay! You guys have just finished shoveling the snow." Mr. Lin asked as he looked at the two of them holding shovels.

"That's right! We shoveled all the way to the top of the mountain." Fang Monan said with a smile.

"Really, I didn't even mention taking more rest when I first came back." Mr. Lin said distressedly.

"Hehe... How can you be so squeamish? Besides, shoveling snow is not just a physical exercise, it's just a morning exercise." Fang Monan said with a coquettish smile.

"You..." Mr. Lin smiled fondly.

"Where's my grandma?" Fang Monan raised his eyes and asked.

"We are making breakfast!" Mr. Lin smiled.

"Grandpa, let's continue walking. Let's go down first." Fang Monan said, waving to Mr. Lin and walking down the mountain to the kitchen.

After He Junyao and Brother Yu said goodbye to the old man, they followed him and walked down together.

"This kid." Mr. Lin shook his head and laughed. He couldn't rest for a moment.

"Let's go!" Mr. Lin called to Big Leaf and Little Hui beside him to patrol the mountain.

"Grandma, what do you have for breakfast?" Fang Monan asked as he entered the big kitchen.

"What else can we eat for breakfast? Porridge and side dishes! We have always eaten like this. It is not good to eat too greasy in the morning!" Grandma said with a smile. "If you want to eat well, make something delicious for lunch."

"Grandma is right!" Fang Monan nodded in agreement. "It is not advisable to eat too much fried food for breakfast, such as fried dough sticks, fried cakes, and fried cakes. Although you will feel full after eating it, it will be more difficult due to excessive intake of fat and cholesterol.

Too much, and the digestion time is too long, which can easily cause blood to accumulate in the digestive system for a long time, resulting in reduced blood flow to the brain, which may make people feel unable to concentrate throughout the morning."[

Grandma smiled and added, "Eating breakfast together in the morning may harm the stomach. When the human body sleeps at night, most of the body's organs get a rest, but the digestive organs are very special. Because they have to digest the food left in the stomach during dinner,

So you only start to rest in the early morning. If you eat breakfast too early, your digestive organs will not have time to rest, which will definitely not be good for your body in the long run." She smiled and added. "I get up early now.

Generally drink a glass of warm water to cleanse your stomach."

"Ah! Since when did grandma start paying attention to health care?" Fang Monan joked.

"Long and healthy! This way I can spend more time with you!" said grandma.

"Don't worry! You will definitely live a long life!" With Fang Monan's current fortune-telling skills, he still can't tell this.

Fang Monan's hands were very nimble and he started to clean up the crabs that had been simply processed.

Grandma counted the days until Fang Monan came back, and prepared the ingredients early. She took out the crabs from the reservoir without rinsing them with water. Put them in a clean jar, add two cracked eggs with brown rice, and sprinkle with two handfuls of black pepper.

Cover the crab lid with sesame seeds.

Then cover the mouth of the tank with cotton cloth to allow air to circulate, but not to allow the crabs to see the sun. After raising it for about 3 days, take it out. Because the crabs have absorbed the nutrients in the rice and eggs, the crab belly will become strong and plump, and its weight will increase significantly. Eat

It tastes fat, delicious and delicious.

He Junyao saw Fang Monan take out the pork and said, "I'll chop the minced meat!"

Fang Monan raised his eyebrows and looked at him in surprise.

"Look down on people." He Junyao washed his hands, took the pork and picked up the kitchen knife and put it on the chopping board.

"The posture is good! The knife skills are also good." Fang Monan nodded and joked. To be honest, although he doesn't look like someone who often works in the kitchen, he is definitely not someone who is industrious and doesn't distinguish between grains. He even cut the white shreds from the pork.

Every strand of hair was shaved off.

"You kid, how can you let the guests chop it? Let me do it! The water hasn't boiled yet!" Grandma stretched out her hand and said.

"Okay! Grandma, he did a good job, let him do it!" Fang Monan stopped her, she stuck out her tongue playfully, looked at him with a smile on her face and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

He Junyao looked at her meaningfully, withdrew his eyes, and chopped the pork seriously.

Fang Monan was skilled in handling crabs, "Dang, dang, dang..." He Junyao chopped the stuffing loudly.

Fang Monan chopped minced pork and chopped crab meat. He added lard to the pot and heated it. Add crab meat, crab roe, minced ginger, stir-fry crab oil, minced meat, skin jelly, and soy sauce.

, cooking wine, etc. and mix into filling.

"The water is boiling, I'll make porridge! How about grandma making soup dumplings!" Fang Monan said.

"Okay!" Grandma washed her hands, took out the noodles she made last night from the basin, and started making soup dumplings.

"Army! Stop taking action, I'll do this!" Grandma said quickly as she watched He Junyao roll up his sleeves.

"I also made dumplings in the army." He Junyao said solemnly. Every New Year, if he was not on mission, he would make dumplings with the soldiers, celebrate the festival together, and have fun with the soldiers. Although he sat there and brought more to everyone.

A lot of pressure, but he didn't realize it himself.

So he thought that his bag was pretty good, and if it was too ugly it would damage his glorious image, although no one dared to laugh at him.

So grandma stopped talking and handed the rolled out slices to He Junyao to make soup dumplings, which were of professional quality.

Fang Menan boiled rice and millet under water into a casserole and cooked porridge in a ratio of 2:1, which is the easiest to digest. This combination is very reasonable. Rice is easy to digest, harmonizes and nourishes the stomach, and millet is rich in nutrients and moisturizes the organs.

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The general consensus is that porridge is cooked in cold water, but the real experts use boiling water to cook porridge. From experience, boiling porridge in cold water will not cause this phenomenon, and it is more time-saving than boiling porridge in cold water.

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Stir the pot under water for a few times, cover the pot and simmer for 20 minutes. Then start stirring continuously, in the same direction, slowly until the rice turns into a thin and soft porridge. Continue.

About 10 minutes, until it becomes crispy and comes out of the pan.

After the porridge is cooked, there is a layer of fine, sticky, ointment-like substance floating on it. It is called "rice oil" in Chinese medicine and is commonly known as porridge oil. Many people don't take it seriously. In fact, it has many functions.

The strong nourishing effect is comparable to that of ginseng soup. The porridge oil usually referred to is obtained by boiling millet or rice into porridge.

Traditional Chinese medicine believes that millet and rice are sweet in taste and mild in nature, and both have the effect of replenishing qi, strengthening the spleen and stomach. After they are used to make porridge, a large part of the nutrients enter the soup, especially the porridge oil, which is the most abundant.

Its essence and nourishing power are no less powerful than those of ginseng, rehmannia and other precious medicinal materials.

The traces of porridge have always been present in China's four thousand years of written history. The earliest writing about porridge culture can be found in the Book of Zhou: The Yellow Emperor began to cook grains to make porridge.

The great poet Su Dongpo once wrote a poem "Porridge Food": "Everyone in the world has been studying for years, but they don't realize that years are at present. I have learned the method of Wanqiu and ordinary people, and only eat porridge to bring immortality." Thus the world's understanding of porridge.

Raised to a new level.

Porridge is a very unique staple food. It is very tolerant. You can call it porridge with whatever you put in it, such as preserved egg and lean meat porridge, spinach and pork liver porridge, shrimp skin and ginkgo porridge, etc. There are hundreds of taboos. You can mix them with whatever you want, almost

All ingredients can be put into the porridge.

And because of the white porridge flavor, it is easy to make the taste of the ingredients put in it more vivid.

Making porridge is not difficult, but to make delicious porridge, you have to be patient, guard the pot, cook it slowly, and pay attention to the heat.

The process of making porridge is simple, but it requires careful stirring and patient attention to make delicate, soft and glutinous porridge. Only by investing seriously in anything can you receive good returns.

While Fang Monan was making porridge, the soup dumplings made by his grandma and He Junyao had been placed on another stove to steam in a steamer that was as tall as one person. It was so scary!

"Just right! Let's eat!" Fang Monan turned off the heat and took out the casserole with gloves on.

"Qingfeng! You're here just in time! Move the cage down." He Junyao said.

After turning off the fire, the two grown men worked together to move the cage down. "It smells so good!" Li Qingfeng took a deep breath and said.

"Finally we have breakfast cooked by Nan Nan again." Mr. Lin also sniffed naughtily and said.

"Vera, Vikala, come in quickly, let's eat." Grandma waved.

The kitchen is big enough, and there are two tables, which Grandma also likes. Originally, there are few people on the farm in winter, and no one comes for consultation. Even if the grandson and granddaughter arrive, it is still deserted during these two months.

When Vera and Vikala arrived, it was supposed to be lively, but instead it became even colder. Each of them was colder than the other, and they immersed themselves in the work on the farm without saying much.

As for the dining table, the two of them kept their identities strictly, so there were two tables.

Fang Monan took out pickles, pickled eight-treasure vegetables, assorted kimchi, sauerkraut, spicy cabbage, pickled mustard greens, bacon slices, bacon slices, and white porridge from the storage room.

After shoveling snow all morning, everyone is hungry, so there is no nonsense. It is important to fill our stomachs.

"Hey! Where's the fat man?" Fang Monan asked with raised eyebrows.

"Hey! Here we come." The fat man hurried in, braked suddenly, and sat down at the dining table.

"You look like you came back from an outing." Fang Monan asked as he looked at him dressed neatly.

"I went back to the factory last night." The fat man took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair behind him, "Hehe...hehe..."

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny about it?" Grandma asked with a smile.

"He! He made a special trip back early in the morning and finally got to eat the food cooked by Nannan again." Mr. Lin laughed and scolded, "You kid!"

ps:

Please pink, please.